The last stop before the madness begins (part 2)

"Seriously – I thought that elves' cursing was supposed to be a defense mechanism against situations just like that."

Zombie shook his head in disbelief and seated himself at Lair's table, opposite to the stunning elven mage and right next to the shocked copper-eyed disguised bodyguard.

"A food for and drink for my lovely wife, please – all on her."

The blue undead called out looking over at the hesitant Ti.

"And for this one... I don't care – toss her a salad or something."

He added motioning at Laris with his chin...

"Zombie...!"

Cranberry gasped and stared at him in disbelief.

"What? Alright, fine, whatever is today's special plus beer – it's not like I'm paying anyway."

The blue undead knight didn't even flinch and shrugged his shoulders, causing Cranberry to blush flustered – unsure whether she understood him correctly or was just overthinking his choice of words.